Miles and Stones

No novel words tonight, but a poem drafted: "Kryptonian International Remembrance Day". It shall go out in the morning.

It took the stone off my chest better than talking about death and the discourses of grief we have these days in this format. Because here it would have turned into a fight, I think. And one of the great things about poetry is, like a bathroom, it's there for when you need to put your head into it and just scream for a long time.

(Despite my current sort of pissy mood, I actually had a great day.)

There will be no making fun of SFWA...in SFWA

Apologies, folks -- I know I'm late with this. Well, tanaise just whapped me over the head and said "where is my new contest?", which is how I know.

So we give you:

The Results of the Bylaw Contest!

The winner is:

A tie!

tacithydra, with There will be no one younger than 40...in SFWA.
and
tanaise, with There are no barbarians at the gates...in SFWA.

Honourable Mentions!

stevenagy, with There will be no BCDEGHIJKLMNOPQRTUVXYZ ...in SFWA. It's smartassed, but it made me laugh. *g*
barbarienne, with There will be no running with scissors...in SFWA.
sierralad, with There will be no cats in SFWA, the streets are paved with cheese. So it doesn't really fit the format. I loved An American Tail. *g*


Congrats to everyone for being funny!

New contest, next rock!

Modern Prometheus...or Tenth Muse?

So in the shelving of bookstores you learn a lot of things about books. Some of them are about marketing trends, publishing, and the habits of the readership, and some are about silly cover art and when you could get away with what title in science fiction. For example, nobody could get away with THE GODS THEMSELVES (oh noes!) now, or STARMAN JONES. You had to be in a certain era to pull that stuff off with a straight face.

Such it is with Victorian fiction.

Try calling a book To Serve and Submit: Or, the Modern Prometheus now. Really.

So I gazed mine eyes upon this, and decided that you have a task! A task from the Gods! It is to fill in this sentence!

__________, or, The Modern Prometheus.

Example solutions include:

A User's Guide to Vacuum Technology; Or, the Modern Prometheus
I Was A Teenage Fairy; Or, The Modern Prometheus.

The only rule? The book titles must be of real books. Link to the Amazon listing if you're going obscure.

Well then. Off you go!

ETA: And make sure you are in fact filling in a sentence. Tossing book titles at one by themselves simply does not do it.

If they can't find a way to help her they can go to hell

April 17, 2007 Progress Notes:

Above

Words today: 1800.
Words total: 5900.
Reason for stopping: Chapter, and hungry.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Avgolemono, but that was lunch.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: And how did he find Safe? I asked him the first time, because my job was to tell the story about Safe.
Jack smiled his crooked smile at me and told me Safe is the farthest far of all.

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Child Protective Services, parental alcoholism, being struck by lightning, medical experimentation, and the cynicism all that leaves you with twenty years on.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Eliot Fintushel, Breakfast With the Ones You Love

The glamour: Mostly did dishes and baked today. So there are muffins for breakfast for this week. I might do brownies later, if I get more eggs and, well, feel like it.

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I have some structure to this thing now, at least within the first three chapters. An outline is being pondered. Usually when I try an outline it means the outline just changes as I wander along chasing the story's tail, but the tail-chasing hasn't really borne good fruit for Patron Saint of Nothing -- it being stuck at 35k with not enough plot and not enough idea of what to do next -- so maybe we'll do it another way. :p

In other news, I am thinking of making this my new default icon.

Now I shall put on pants and get myself some Vietnamese, for it is the time of month where the iron is low and the beastflesh is recommended for dinner.